Her kitchen is a lantern
She makes her preserves
In reel to reel
Voices are the ribbons
Trace the maze
Pocket the past
I hope my body is only a shell
A shadow at dusk
The ring of a bell
Won’t put the research in the ground
She lives on raw nerves
Meals ready to eat
Voices are the engineers
Fall for the warnings
Get word to your family
I hope my body is only a shell
A shadow at dusk
The ring of a bell
Red phone ring
I want to speak to the president please
Red phone ring
Won’t someone send us a common enemy
World War 3
Been waiting for you to undo me Red Phone ring
What can I leave to my family
What’s it about if it’s not about me

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